POV: Magnus
I pulled Roxana through the halls faster than I needed to, my grip firm around her wrist. She had to lengthen her stride to keep pace with me, but she did not complain.
"Do not speak unless they ask you a direct question," I told her, not slowing down. "The Elders do not care about feelings. They only care about the bloodline."
"I understand, Alpha," she said. I glanced back once and saw her straighten the crown on her head with her free hand. Good. Let her walk in looking like she belonged there.
We reached the front gates, where five old wolves stood waiting in heavy gray robes, their faces carved deep with age and old power. Dain stepped forward first, his white hair catching the morning light.
"Alpha Magnus," Dain said, bowing his head slightly. "We came the moment we
